Saturday, January 05, 2008

Guest Entry

you may, of late, have wondered at the absence of any new posts from your muse, Alex Jones.

I am come to tell you that Alex cannot make any entries this week. You will hear the reason intime, but I shall tell you only that, on this occasion, no needles were mispositioned.

While that lady labours at an essay on Elephantine women and ancient Jewish marriage law, I amyour temporary host for a variation in the paths that you traverse on these pages. There shall beno discussion of knitting or boyfriends (excepting a note of respect to the hospitable Tom) ...but of what shall we talk? This day bears for me stuffed peppers, a splash of the ocean and asufficiency (not far off a surfeit - as if such a thing were possible) of crumpet.

The stuffed peppers are for the Jones family party tonight. There shall be dancing. Peppersshall be stuffed from within and from without. They're really quite addictive. Still, I can'tforget the chocolate pudding that Miss Jones makes. It would knock your mum into a cocked hat.

The ocean pounced at me this afternoon and my feet are still drying. I had never visited HurstCastle and the spit at Keyhaven. O woe. It's remarkable. The blusters of wind, the chops of seaand the graveness of the heavens enclosed me, as I stalked the stones under the guidance of theexcellent Peter.

Crumpets are the food of those aspiring to greatness in the coming year. And of me. Theystustain me. I stayed up all night painting ionic columns and cockle-shells in an orgiasticexplosion of psychedelic pastiche.

Now I must depart this electronical filigree, this gauzy sheet of ether, and accept thehospitality of the terrific (in all ways) Alexandra. May she return to you soon.